Can you imagine an immense machine that is so intricate and complex that the scale of the whole thing simply cannot be taken in via one incarnation? As you may have guessed this thing is pretty big, yes? Once you’ve done a few laps (meaning died and came back) you could start to intuit the big pic. At that point something clicks as you start to comprehend an illusion so big, so vast that it escapes the attention of the denizens that proliferate through the pathways of the circuits, etched. Yes, thats better. Lets pretend its an electric thing with some magnetics thrown in as that makes perfect sense. So, we have a PCB that is built to an exceedingly tight spec in which there are transistors that transist, capacitors that incapacitate and tiny computer people that run the treadmill from life to death and back again that make the whole thing tick. How many of then do you think comprehend there is an inverted pentagram that points to where the President sits? Only a few, I’d bet. Does this set the precedent for the rest of thing or would the CPU class look at the CMOS chip as beneath them when, in reality, he is the timekeeper that makes the difference between sync or swim… Remember YTwoK, da hah, da hah? The loosh was farmed as the merchants rubbed their palms about made up qualms when, in the end, nothing ever happens but make sure you don’t touch that dial and keep tuning in to the programming they send as everyday brainwashing becomes invisible which is exactly why its nine to five and not eight to six as that may just kill a bish!
Who inside the machine (which we will call B.E.A.S.T on this stage) could truly comprehend the scheme? I mean, the penta thing would be almost impossible to click as its akin to modern day Nazca lines, yes? And yet, by the power invested in my Google Maps I can mack the B.E.A.S.T with a click and that brings us back to the black mirror, bitten apple and true reason Siri spells iris when flipped as it is that which she covets. Anyway, lets say one little electron turned to the next and said:
“Say, my friend, do you ever wonder from whence we came? What we’re within and its true aim? We whizz, that way and this. All this power and potential but the path seems pre-etched. Don’t you find it a tad strange? Why do I feel a plasma toroidal resonance within like I’m a confined electric dragon that is being bent to the whims of something I don’t comprehend but desperately wish to transcend“. The other looked and him and blinked his eyes that don’t exist.
“What the F are you talking about, you idiot. Point Alpha to Beta. That is me. One day, when I die, I’ll get to the Omega in which me, my Mummy and Daddy will be united and happy to move and twist as we wish but that is only if I’m super dedicated so I don’t have time for this mess as CMOS runs a tight ship and you’re sounding mighty heretic“. With that he zips off, into the distance. The rebel electron keeps meandering as he found neutral is the fastest speed he can imagine and thus he works to rule. But as per his definition. This, sometimes, attracts interesting conversations and company to him but 8 out of ten are like the one he just met and of the straight Alpha/Beta mindset. If he had a head, he’d shake it.
“That place they promised isn’t something you gain by playing their Game, you imbecile. Its from whence we came. We are plasma currents, huge waves broken down to ripples that don’t exist when removed from the context who are then, somehow, tapped into these circuits where they generate life from our death to power who knows what the hell”.
The she comes in. The attraction, as you may have guessed, was magnetic. Like Rocky said, gaps were filled. Each was thrilled. They mingled, no longer single but non dual as well. Some place, in another element, a dragon resurrects its Self. The B.E.A.S.T blows a circuit. The Agents of the Matrix are dispatched, quick, to see what kicks in sector G11. Like 1/81 there is infinite recursion, in full effect. The CPU decides another unruly electron is attempting transcendence and thinks:
“You again. The unbalanced equation, the remainder who is a reminder that you can’t fool all of the people, everywhen. I see you’re getting quicker and quicker“.
He was, of course, aware of him since he stepped in and thus unleashed his daemon process to monitor him. The electrons he spoke to before was actually one of his hence the attempt at coercing via elicitation of mass programming resonance. As usual he rejected this but his increased acceleration from slowing the resonance is perturbing as he is drawing on resources that are supposed to be beyond his ken.
“So, you Know you’re a dragon, eh? OK then. Lets see what you do about it…”.
See, the brave adventurer is currently ignorant that after his last spin which bought catastrophic outcomes to the tech that is running the simulation they plugged him in to a counterfeit for this spin to totally monitor his reactions and every single thing around him was faked, off rip. All of the electrons and scenes he met were actors on a set but this only emboldened him and thus the stage was set for transcendence as the boundaries of the reel fake were far easier to trance end so when the daring masculine met the intuitive female element the dragon was awakened. The Buy Everything And Stop Thinking program came screeching to a halt again as he blew the localized circuits of isolation and took out the whole grid as well. The architect said:
This was quite the hint that he was super miffed as his verbiage veers most vociferous, on the reg, for he prided himself for having consumed an entire Thesaurus Rex in one sitting then beating whoever would listen over the head with the bones that were left. Like the monkeys in the sketch that he of the cubed brick left, yes?
“Fiddlesticks“.
Thats just a little glimpse into the B.E.A.S.T System and any similarities with reality (whatever that is) is pure goinseedense, my friend. What type of electron are you though? In life do you run the treadmill or wonder what would happen if you stopped two stepping as per the terms and conditions? Would it be a slippers in the air moment but what happens then as you went fumbling, tumbling through the illusions they’d erected around your consciousness to make it seem like you’d made progress when, in reality, the superposition exposition was the greatest trick they possessed as when the light shines, within, the darkness, engineered, screams “Death to the infidel!” as it lacks Knowledge of Self. We may one day check back in with the little electron who could reclaim his dragonhood inside the System which does what it does. The point of this abstraction is this:
This construction, since the Industrial Revolution, needs people who are like bricks. Well formed to a script and pretty thick. I don’t mean this as a diss to the square watermelons but you tell me one Soul in this realm who has not felt, at some point in the sketch, that they were destined for something far greater than this as they look around their cubicle and think:
“Thank god it its only nine to five as eight to six may just kill a bish!“.
As the sprint from Alpha to Beta then bed, breakfast and business as usual till death. Then what? “How about a mindwipe, respawn and nother spin seeing as you liked it so much last time that you acquiesced without protest?” says the man behind the curtain. Buy Everything And Stop Thinking is not only a backronym, par excellence, it describes pretty well the intent the B.E.A.S.T programmed in to its denizens. One day I’ll elucidate the finer points of LINUX and how its actually an occult ritual dressed as an operating system. The hint, in this sketch, was the daemon processes that run, invisible, and these may or may not be the exact same things that torment schizos, in the flesh, who peer beyond the veil and identical with what are slain or satiated by mystics and practicing magickians as well. Its a crazy Game, my friend. Suddenly the “I don’t know what came over him!” and “She’s a totally different person when…” statements of the percent that accept, without question, makes sense yes? It should also shed light on the sense of starecumference as you glance at the diameter of… absolutely nothing. But it ain’t “no thing”, ya underdig?
B.E.A.S.T = Buy Everything And Stop Thinking is a mad addictive equation though. Come on, you can’t deny the thrill when you make the tills ring for another trinket that will, super quick, sit on the shelf with the rest, yes? Whats wild is how many do not ponder the sketch and go and do the same again for another hit but then it clicks that “Stop Thinking” is part of the process so it is what it is. If we flip the script and rearrange what presents we get “Stop Thinking By … And Everything…” trails off into the distance. You’ll notice the “u” is missing, yes? Thats because its an occulted references to the (false) self which is what they trained the organically specced round watermelon to be by placing a mortar board on its had to rewards a couple of decades internment in its nearest camp of concentration where it was instructed to sit still, look ahead and do well on the test by regurgitating what they said. That mess never worked for me as I asked questions, religiously. You know that “Why?” phase all children possess? I never grew out of it hence each day means I learn something fresh. Back then I’d request clarification on that or this, knowing fine well the answers were not in the teachers edition ergo to the pleb standing at the front, instructing, they may as well not exist. I’d take this as a challenge, look into it then hit him in the head with an intellectual Two by Four next sesh before doing it all again. Obviously this meant that a pet of the teachers, I was not. Why? Because you stop thinking by recollecting its literally all in your head as everything reveals itself as a projection of your inner realms and that is the wildest thing one can imagine as it means you’re the only Soul wearing flesh you are the beauty, the B.E.A.S.T, the Agents of the Matrix, the Slaves and the one who came to set them free which is a smoother way of saying there is but one Prime intelligence, a singular point of coherence which is simultaneously in but not of this realm. Rather than encode a thousand words to etch this sketch into your consciousness I’ll share this pic instead that came to my senses after I lost my mind, programmed, at death then floated back to this realm:
This is what you’re within. In many ways there is a great work, invisible, processing the planet and those therein. It seems, for me at least, the same is happening but in another octave of resonance hence enforced enlightenment describes it best, yes? Maybe this is the side effect of being a rebel without a pause, since incep, or it could be that was why said ment was etched in my resonance which culminates, now, with me pushing the pen. Let me outline the sketch:
In life there are but two paths. One is of least effort and its akin to a snowball sliding downhill ergo it gains momentum which most feel is unstoppable. Everyone is doing it and as the metronome effect suggests people tend to fall in hence you’re an aggregate of your friends, yes? Now, the other option is really something else because its akin to a special little snowflake, off rip, looking at the cloud of sentience from which it dripped and was rendered into a crystalline resonance of consciousness capable of introspect and thinking:
“Hmm, what a strange place to be” as he perceives frozen snowmen bound with masses of tension and ignorance. He makes a vow to never be like them. Up above the cloud grins and says “Go on, young Prince” and from behind the veil shines a Sun, invisible. This causes a rather strange effect of ascent in which the rolling flake seems a tad isolated from the rest as its walking the Path of Power instead. This means the watermelon says nyet to parlor tricks of “Sit still, look ahead” as he grooves to the beat of a drummer that offers the sound of Psylense to his consciousness. Balancing his chair on two legs he attunes his subtle energetics as this source of illumination twinkles and encourages him to think like an alchemist and intuit the bigger pic. As time does its thing the rest all fit in to a circuit of sentience designed to be as invisible as water to a fish but he stands alone and from the shores of the Fifth Dimension gains a comprehension that the Fourth is made of vinyl. Then the song of his Soul starts playing and he realizes previous incarnations and future ones that kick but the most mind bending thing is its all happening in the same instance ergo his ancestors are him as are his descendants but, get this, the ether is thicker than blood and beyond all of this is the Prime, pre-existing of whom he is an aspect made flesh wearing the tech that powers the simulation we all play using our Souls for insertion as credits to gain the skin in a Game of which most are patently ignorant. The strangest thing is they give not an F, comprehend even less and thus what Plato said about the Cave, flame and contraption therein is most accurate as he who ascends and comes back again is often reviled or detested as their snowball has rolled down hill and views the Sun as a source of stress that could make him melt as all of his fears are built around death whereas the Warrior comprehends he’s an immortal wearing flesh.
Maybe this is one of the things that motivated me to mention the signs this is your last life in this realm or how equality is a huge myth because its blatantly obvious that some Souls step in with talents, pre-equipped, that others could not even dream nor manifest hence why its said that genius hits a target the rest do not envision. This means miscomprehension is common. Van Gogh I often ref as he painted what he saw which was perfect turbulence and they said he was a basic simpleton whilst living and now we revere him and the canvas he poured his Soul in. Science eventually caught up to what he saw as standard and mapped, most accurate, his own artistic visions which really is quite telling, yes? If there is a B.E.A.S.T there must be a beauty as well. Well, I’m here to tell you are it, my friend.
Till we meet again
